Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Song Pingqing imagined many white boxes, green boxes, blue boxes, purple boxes, orange boxes and red boxes.

I just don't know if Mr. Murong Ba considered the level of the treasure when he hid it.

Although Song Pingqing wanted to rush to her treasure hunt immediately, the professionalism engraved in her bones reminded her: Don't forget to find someone, Murong Xue is the most important treasure on the island.

You must always remember your job, and don't learn from the guy from the Liu family.

Anyone else? Whatever.

It’s okay for those monkeys to go hungry.

Besides, how could Murong Ba let them starve? At most, the food was not that good.

After figuring out what he wanted to do, Song Pingqing's purpose became clear when he took action.

Hang the whistle given in the activity props on yourself. Every time you walk 500 meters, you should blow the whistle long and then listen carefully to see if there is any echo.

After walking another 500 meters, Song Pingqing repeated the above actions again. The piercing sound shocked the four bodyguards so much that they all covered their ears. Their movements were in unison, as if they had rehearsed it countless times.

Miss Song has a really big lung capacity, she blows the whistle so well.

Finally, when the whistle stopped, Zhao Lei couldn't help but explain: "Actually, that whistle is for you to call for help in an emergency."

"Is there a clear regulation saying it can't be used this way?" Song Pingqing asked back.

"That's not true."

"Then it's none of your business what I do with it."

...Okay, you are a key protected person, you have the final say.

Looking at the desperate expressions on the four people's faces, Song Pingqing sighed slightly: "Okay, okay, next time I will tell you before I blow the whistle, and you should cover your ears in advance."

"Thank you." Old Lu hugged the medical box tightly. His posture looked miserable, as if he wanted to take out two cotton balls from it and stuff them into his ears immediately.

"Why don't you leave some marks along the way?" Zhao Lei asked her.

Isn't this better than blowing a whistle?

"There's nothing suitable for marking," Song Pingqing replied. "We can't carve words on the tree. If we carve on a rare species, it would be too cruel."

"Too cruel?" Zhao Lei was puzzled.

"If you violate the provisions of the Forest Law, if the circumstances are minor, the sentence will be up to three years of detention or probation; if the circumstances are serious, the sentence will be more than three years but less than seven years," Song Pingqing said without hesitation.

Although this content was not the focus of the final exam for Baihua College's law course, Song Pingqing had seen real cases in the news in his previous life.

Song Pingqing said as a matter of course: "I don't know the tree, but I don't know how to read?"

Not knowing the tree means the risk is uncontrollable, and in Song Pingqing's opinion, the answer to uncontrollable risk is just two words: "Don't do it."

Zhao Lei really wanted to say something like, "Sir, you should have asked someone to check it out, so this problem shouldn't have occurred," but he didn't dare to, after all, he didn't know him.

It's better to be cautious.

After walking for about forty minutes, Song Pingqing met the novice guaranteed point he had been longing for.

Before Song Pingqing realized that she had actually reached the bottom point, the red wooden sign stuck on the ground not far away had already attracted her attention.

There is no way, such a bright red sign is too conspicuous in the green jungle.

Song Pingqing walked forward to check, and saw only seven short words written on the red wooden sign:

There are three hundred taels of gold here.

Well, it’s a really fresh and unpretentious treasure marker.

So what are you waiting for?

Song Pingqing picked up the military shovel and started digging.

After all, this was a treasure hidden for a few children, so of course it wasn't buried too deep.

Song Pingqing was very strong. After digging four or five times, he heard a "clang" and the shovel hit a metal box heavily.

The aftereffect was so strong that Song Pingqing shook his hands wildly.

Although I knew it wouldn't be buried too deep, I never thought it would be buried so shallowly.

Song Pingqing fiddled with the small hole he had just dug for a long time, and finally saw the whole picture of the treasure chest.

The silver-white treasure chest is not big in size, with delicate patterns carved on the lid and a few scattered gems inlaid.

What a waste of resources! Such a good box, but Murong Ba had it buried directly in the ground without even taking any protective measures.

While Song Pingqing was complaining in his mind about how many incredible things rich people could do, he reached out to pick up the box.

However, as soon as the box shook slightly, Song Pingqing's hand slipped away.

Good weight!

Song Pingqing looked at the box in front of him in doubt.

What the hell is in here?

Before Song Pingqing could set his sights on them, Zhao Lei spoke first:

"According to the rules, we can't help you. You have to dig it out yourself and carry it back to the camp yourself."

No wonder all the props were given to the bodyguard, it turned out he was waiting for her here.

Song Pingqing really didn't want to bother these four bodyguards who were carrying large and small bags. After all, they really didn't look like they could carry anything else.

Life is already so difficult, let's let these working bodyguards go.

Song Pingqing tried a few more times and finally found the right angle, and then he used the kettlebell movement to lift the box out of the pit.

"What the hell!" Song Pingqing staggered a few times before he stood firm with the box in his hand. "Why are you burying something so heavy?!"

Isn't it ridiculous to put such heavy things in one box?

Old Lu subconsciously looked at Zhao Lei standing beside him and asked with his eyes: Is this Miss Song always so fresh, unpretentious and natural?

Zhao Lei nodded.

The weight of the box successfully aroused Song Pingqing's curiosity about the treasure inside.

However, now that things have developed to this point, no matter how curious you are, you still have to have the proper sense of ritual.

Song Pingqing first took out a pack of wet wipes from his pocket, wiped the dirt off his hands in a very ritualistic manner, and then swept the dirt off the outside of the box.

After completing a set of ritualistic movements, she reached out to open the treasure chest.

The lock clicked, and as the lid of the box slowly opened, Song Pingqing's expression gradually cracked.

"Snapped!"

Song Pingqing slapped the lid again.

Was she hallucinating? Why did she feel like she saw a box of gold?

uncertain.

Look again.

Song Pingqing opened the box again.

The glittering gold coins sparkled in the sunlight that filtered through the leaves and into the jungle.

It seems that it was not her hallucination.

My goodness, no wonder there is three hundred taels of gold here, this box is really filled with gold.

For a moment, Song Pingqing really wanted to pick up a gold coin and put it in his mouth to bite it to see if it was real.

However, remembering that I had only wiped my hands with a wet wipe and they weren't actually very clean, I put the idea behind me.

Forget it, forget it. Just listen to the eldest lady and be more ambitious and stop doing this.

Thinking of the heavy weight that almost broke her small waist, Song Pingqing couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

After all this time, I found out that the sign at the treasure hunt spot really means what it says.

No need to weigh it, this thing is definitely exactly 30 kilograms.

Thirty pounds of gold.

I really don't know whose bad taste this is.

People really laugh a few times when they are speechless.

Song Pingqing gave a weird smile to the box, which made Old Lu feel creepy. He silently took two steps behind Zhao Lei.

Song Pingqing quickly accepted the reality that he had dug out thirty kilograms of gold.

After all, for a domineering CEO, only when he does things that don’t conform to normal people’s logic can it be said to be in line with the logic of a domineering CEO.

Song Pingqing tore off a piece of paper and wrote on it stroke by stroke while mumbling: Song Pingqing. Scooped away on the afternoon of February 2, planned to stay at campsite No. 3 that night.

Song Pingqing glanced at the map again, roughly planned a treasure hunt route for tomorrow, and continued to add on the note:

Song Pingqing is expected to check in at camping site No. 2 on February 4. If you need to eat, please go there by yourself.

Parentheses: If you don’t find anyone and still want to eat for free, please look for a new note in the camping site.

After writing the note, Song Pingqing found a stone of suitable size, pressed the stone onto the note, and placed it under the sign that read "There are three hundred taels of gold here."

Song Pingqing wiped his hands clean, found a rope from the tools Zhao Lei was carrying, tied up the box, put it on his back, and said crisply:

"Okay, let's go."

That way, if someone comes to this treasure spot, they will definitely find the note.

If you need to eat for free, just follow Song Pingqing's route and you will definitely be able to get a meal.

A treasure hunting game was turned into an alternative orienteering game.

According to Zhao Lei, the six of them landed on the island from completely different directions, and Song Pingqing didn't find anyone else until it began to darken.

It's hard not to worry about how Murong Xue will eat.

This young lady has never done any housework, and she has never even peeled an orange or banana by herself.

How can I live in this shabby place?

Mr. Murong is really cruel.

Song Pingqing couldn't help cursing in his heart: Grandma is destined to worry for both her damn lives, ugh!

Thirty kilograms of gold coins were quite heavy. After Song Pingqing moved this thing to the place, he collapsed.

The campsite is not too big. From the ground, it seems to be an area that has been deliberately leveled and trimmed. An area is enclosed with a stone imitation wood fence and paved with stone slabs.

The area divisions within the camp are quite clear, including where to set up tents, where to cook, and even several sets of tables, chairs and benches.

What attracted Song Pingqing's attention most were the two white simple houses, which were separated by a distance.

Song Pingqing walked over and took a look. He found one room was used to store daily necessities. There were many bottles of mineral water and two extra-large double-door refrigerators with all kinds of vegetables and meat, and even fresh fish and shrimp in the fresh-keeping layer.

It's sick. Really sick.

It's as if these spoiled kids can kill fish and remove shrimp threads.

Song Pingqing's eyelids twitched as he watched.

There are rice, flour, grain, oil and various seasonings in the cupboard.

nerve.

Song Pingqing was completely speechless.

The ingredients and seasonings are all here, why do we have to let the bodyguards carry the blame?

It would be better to put the pot in the camp from the beginning so that you can use it directly when you arrive.

Is it just to scare them?

Song Ping took a quick look at what dishes were there and how to use the gas stove, then turned around to look at another small house.

The other small house contains a washroom and toilet. There is nothing special about it, just three washing machines and three dryers.

It was a big and extravagant deal, but at least it saved these people from the embarrassment of washing clothes by hand.

It was already five o'clock in the evening. They had to stay in this camp today. Zhao Lei and several other bodyguards went to set up the tents.

The characteristic of children is that they consume energy quickly and recover quickly.

Song Pingqing rested for a while and recovered a lot. By the time they set up the tent, Song Pingqing had already kneaded a large dough, prepared several dishes, and was baking dry cakes.

Zhao Lei's jaw dropped when he saw this scene.

No wonder Song Pingqing was able to hire someone to open a restaurant, she really can cook.

If Zhao Lei had observed carefully at this moment, he would have noticed that the ingredients prepared by Song Pingqing were not very tasty if eaten directly and needed to be processed and cooked.

Song Pingqing's logic is simple: "Leave some room for those who can't cook."

After all, no one knows whether the food here will be replenished after they leave. If the next person who comes to camping spot No. 4 can't cook and can't find something to eat directly, it would be really, really, really miserable.

While several bodyguards were boiling water and waiting for instant noodles, Song Pingqing had already made several pancakes.

The pancakes she made were very unique. They were a little soft when they were just made, but after cooling down, they became so hard that they could be thrown like a frisbee.

"Is this edible..." Zhao Lei was somewhat skeptical.

"Try it." Song Pingqing didn't even raise his eyelids.

Zhao Lei broke off a piece. Song Pingqing added a lot of sesame seeds to it. It tasted fragrant and crispy. He couldn't help but broke off another piece: "Are you making this as dry food?"

"Well, leave some in the kitchen here when the time comes, so that when someone touches this point, they will have carbs to eat."

"Take some with you, so that if you meet someone who is starving on the road, you can use it as an emergency aid."

Song Pingqing directly gave two answers, which left Zhao Lei stunned.

Some people, on the surface, seem to be concentrating on paying close attention to the heat, making one pancake after another.

In fact, haha, in fact, she was extremely coquettish inside and was madly praising herself for being the most caring friend in the world.

Zhao Lei couldn't help but took another bite of the biscuit and put it in his mouth: "It tastes really good."

Although they were clearly in a relationship between a bodyguard and the protected, at this moment in the kitchen, there inexplicably emerged a subtle feeling of a grandson tasting the saltiness of food by the stove.

Song Pingqing glanced at Zhao Lei who was eating alone and said, "I have prepared a lot. You can share it with your colleagues."

It's done now, so it might as well be shared with the bodyguards.

Unexpectedly, the usually thick-skinned Zhao Lei suddenly smiled shyly: "I am just embarrassed, you have only branded three."

He showed off one photo. There were three people outside. It would not be appropriate for three people to share two cakes.

In ancient times, there was also a story called "Two peaches kill three warriors".

Zhao Lei: Didn't I get beaten enough that year? How could I dare to share two cakes with those three people?

They still remember the revenge for milk tea.